Hunting (open)
She was hunting, she had to hunt. The call for blood got too strong to deny. Bagged blood did nothing. Animals? Only if she was in wolf form and really starving for a steak to rare to get in a fancy restaurant. After dark, you could smell the blood of each and every person.
You could hear heart beats.
She remembered a prep school where a teacher had called the heart beat the soul of poetry. Iambic rhythm. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.
Someone's heart beat faster when they figured out they were being hunted. lubdublubdublubdublubdub
This one, was a murderer. Off on a technicality. She had confirmed it, followed him around, and this 'charming' example of humanity was going to be dinner. He was fast, when he was running, but she was faster.
Blood.
You could smell it. She needed it and craved it. And when she grabbed him by the neck she was careful not to break it. This wasn't a werewolf kill, she wasn't out to eat flesh - tonight. (Besides, she admittedly liked chickens when it came to raw meat, people tasted like... well... blah.) When the blood started to flow, it tasted amazing. It was hard to not want to go after everyone, everything. He screamed as she drained the blood, she dropped the corpse and wiped her mouth. Just one didn't cut it anymore.
She looked down at the dead man with a quizzical expression. C'est la vie?
"Why am I still hungry?"
You could hear heart beats.
She remembered a prep school where a teacher had called the heart beat the soul of poetry. Iambic rhythm. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.
Someone's heart beat faster when they figured out they were being hunted. lubdublubdublubdublubdub
This one, was a murderer. Off on a technicality. She had confirmed it, followed him around, and this 'charming' example of humanity was going to be dinner. He was fast, when he was running, but she was faster.
Blood.
You could smell it. She needed it and craved it. And when she grabbed him by the neck she was careful not to break it. This wasn't a werewolf kill, she wasn't out to eat flesh - tonight. (Besides, she admittedly liked chickens when it came to raw meat, people tasted like... well... blah.) When the blood started to flow, it tasted amazing. It was hard to not want to go after everyone, everything. He screamed as she drained the blood, she dropped the corpse and wiped her mouth. Just one didn't cut it anymore.
She looked down at the dead man with a quizzical expression. C'est la vie?
"Why am I still hungry?"